So you ask yourself, where have I been lately? I've been everywhere but home. Slowly dying and running out of oxycod and cotton swabs, waiting for my head to finally tell the rest of my body to go fuck itself for good. Besides that, being manic depressive behind pianos and playing "how many continents can I get work in at once" and "how many plane trips can a human being take in a single month" has been keeping me busy.
Home I'll never be.